I got so busy searching that I forgot what I was looking for.

And I don't know anything anymore.
And There's no hope. No motivation.
Only darkness that weighs me down.
Such a goalless life, such a miserable soul.
Sleepless eyes. Darkness roars.
This silence is so loud.
And everything's in doubt.

And Idk why I'm still alive.
Yet I am still. Alive.
But the path leads nowhere.

I'm Calm just like before the storm.
But there's war at the mind-field.
Unspoken words. Unhealed.

Misunderstood. Misjudged. 'Unworthy
Aimless' .....wrecked.















[I just wanted to write that first line. But then it ended up being a poem(-ish?). What even?]